Edge of Tomorrow Page #3

- FARELL:
Nance, why do I dislike it?

It entertains the notion our fate

is in hands other than our own.

FARELL:
And what is my definitive

position on the concept of fate, chorus?

ALL:
Through readiness and discipline,

we are masters of our fate.

You might call that notion ironic.

Trust me, you'll come around.

NANCE:
Oh, for chrissake, Kimmel.

- KIMMEL:
I gotta be free, man.

- GRIFF:
All right, man.

Let's get this show on

the road. I gotta suit up.

COMPUTER:
Disengaged.

Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?

Haven't you ever been

in one of these before?

Maybe.

Know where the safety is?

- I'm not sure.

- Good.

FARELL:
I know the pressure

on you is enormous.

Two minutes to drop.

It's all right to be scared.

There's no courage without fear.

SKINNER:
Oi!

Oi, mate!

I think there's something

wrong with your suit.

Yeah. There's a dead guy in it.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Watch your back out there sir.

- NANCE:
No one else will.

- No one else will.

Ha-ha! Jinx, b*tch!

[ALARM WAILING]

FARELL:

On my mark! Stand by to deploy!

Activate drop lines, 30 seconds.

- Remember, hit...

- Hey!

Go! Go!

KIMELL:
Whoo-hoo!

We made it!

Behind you!

Look out!

Incoming!

I'm hit.

I'm hit.

How bad is it?

Is there a lot of blood?

You have a hole in your chest.

Really?

RITA:
Yeah.

Did you just take my...?

My battery?

No, no, no. Holy fu...

Aah!

SERGEANT:
On your feet maggot!

Sergeant Farell!

Sergeant Farell.

FARELL:
Can I help you, sir?

My name is Major Bill Cage.

I'm U.S. Army Media Relations.

I was not at a bachelor

party or a poker game.

You have an order that says I'm a

deserter caught impersonating an officer.

But what it doesn't say is...

your name is Master Sergeant

Farell from Science Hill, Kentucky.

If you give me 30 seconds

to explain how I know that,

you may save the lives of

every soldier on this base.

You have to listen to me! They know

we're coming! They're waiting for us!

I have been there! I've seen it!

You're all doomed! You're doomed!

Okay. Okay. Okay,

I'm fine. I'm fine.

This is J Squad. Yes?

This is J Squad, yes.

Not that I should

know that, but okay.

Have any of you met me before?

B*tch, I don't know you.

Exactly! Yes!

Thank you.

Your name is Nance. You're Bibble.

Kibble... Kimmel!

You fight balls out. Literally.

Ford. Skinner. Griff.

You're...

He doesn't talk much.

- But there's a card game under the bed.

- Thanks a lot, a**hole.

CAGE:
Kimmel's working on a flush.

Spades... No, clubs.

You're gonna make

them eat those cards.

Am I right?

Now...

what I'm about to tell

you sounds crazy.

It's true.

And you have to listen to me.

Your very lives depend on it.

[GRUNTING]

FARELL:
One minute!

GRIFF:
What? What is he saying?

Nance! What is he saying?

[ALARM WAILING]

On my mark! Stand by to deploy!

The ship is about to explode!

KIMMEL:
Yeah! Whoo!

We made it!

Thank God, we made it!

Aah!

SERGEANT:
...before I bust

your hole with my boot heel!

KIMMEL:
Yeah! Whoo!

We made it!

Thank God, we made it!

CAGE:
Aah!

I'm sorry. I'm trying to save you.

We're getting slaughtered.

You need to get us off this beach.

We have to go. This drop

ship is about to explode.

We have to go now.

Wait.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

This ship is going to explode!

What are you doing?

Find me when you wake up.

What?

Come find me when you wake up.

Aah!

SERGEANT:
On your feet maggot!

Get in line before I bust

your hole with my boot heel!

FARELL:
Good news is there's

hope for you, private.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which the

only true heroes are forged.

The one place where

all men truly sh...

[WILLY MOON'S "RAILROAD

TRACK" PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

Squad, this here is...

Private Cage.

And you must be J Squad.

It's good to meet you.

Isn't that an officer's uniform?

- SKINNER:
Those sure...

- These sure ain't officer's cufflinks.

Keys in the... left

pocket, probably.

FARELL:
Private Cage is a deserter.

I'm making you all personally

responsible for his deliverance.

He will be combat ready

by 0600 tomorrow.

Private Cage is under the

delusion he does not belong here.

We must dissuade him

of this delusion.

- If he tries to run, feel free to dissuade him...

- Oh, no. I'm not gonna run.

- Not a chance.

- Till he can't piss standing up.

Thank you, Sergeant Farell.

What next? A little, uh, PT?

FARELL:
PT! Ten minutes!

FARELL:
Left! Left! Left!

- What are you? Sound off!

- ALL:
I'm a warrior!

- What do warriors do?

- ALL:
Kill!

- FARELL:
What are you gonna do?

- ALL:
Kill!

- FARELL:
What are you gonna do?

- ALL:
Kill!

FORD:
It's gonna be my

20th battle tomorrow.

- You haven't been in 20 battles, mate.

- I have too.

You're gonna dump your load

the second we hit the beach.

Why don't you get yourselves

a cup of shut-the-hell-up?

FORD:
Ha-ha. You funny, girl.

I bet I set a record tomorrow.

Fastest time running backwards,

Ford, slipping in your own sh*t.

Knock off the grab-ass!

Grab this, sarge!

Hold up!

Private, drop and give me...

Fifty, sarge?

That's right.

Fifty.

Platoon!

Drop and give me 50!

Compliments of Private Cage.

CAGE:
Thank you, sarge.

- FARELL:
And one!

- ALL:
One!

- FARELL:
And two!

- ALL:
Two!

- FARELL:
And three!

- ALL:
Three!

- CAGE:
Aah!

- Oh!

What the hell were you thinking?

FARELL:
There's hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

- FARELL:
Three!

- ALL:
Three!

- FARELL:
Four!

- ALL:
Four!

- FARELL:
Five!

- ALL:
Five!

CAGE:
Excuse me. Sergeant Vrataski.

Excuse me.

Sergeant Vrataski?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

Excuse me.

Yes? Who said you could talk to me?

Have I got something on my face?

You did. You did.

Tomorrow. At the beach.

Tomorrow. At the beach.

We meet.

You said to find you when I wake up.

You do know what's happening to me.

Come with me.

Now.

You don't talk to anyone

about this but me.

The best-case scenario is you're

gonna end up in a psych ward.

Worst case, you'll get dissected

for study. Are we clear?

- Yes?

- Yes.

First time you died, what happened?

- You killed a mimic?

- Yes.

- Describe it.

- It was different.

It was bigger. Bluish.

And you got covered in its blood.

As a matter of fact, I did.

They know we're coming

on the beach tomorrow.

It's a slaughter, isn't it?

How do you know this?

Could you just...? Wait!

Wait. Wait.

Would you explain to me

what the hell is happening.

What happened to you happened to me.

I had it. I lost it. Okay?

That's great. There's a cure.

How do I get rid of this?

First, I need your help.

Help with what exactly?

Winning the war.

Let's go! Come on!

CARTER:
Rita, what is this?

What are you doing here?

You gotta give me some warning.

- Who's this?

- He's me. Before Verdun.

He's gonna help us.

What? You mean he's...?

Yes.

When did he die? Where?

On the beach. Tomorrow.

How many fingers am I

holding up behind my back?

How should I know that?

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